Morass of unrelated Fellini production numbers, each one overlong and overstuffed in itself, including an engrossing one about wartime brothels, a brilliantly sustained crescendo about the pileup of incoming city traffic, a predictable stomach-turning scene of endless eating, an obligatory anti-clerical skit having to do with an ecclesiastical fashion show. The images by Giuseppe Rotunno -- immaculate, crystalline, otherworldly -- are so impressive that it almost seems a shame that Fellini flips through them like a blackjack dealer. (1972) — Duncan Shepherd
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